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"Asta, the station chief, has helped me a lot."
Big Herta briefly introduced her to Sol Mercer: "She's like my right hand and left hand rolled into one."
"Mm."
Sol nodded and extended his hand toward Asta: "Hello, Miss Asta."
He was rather surprised—it was his first time officially announcing a marital relationship to someone.
Unexpectedly, it felt fulfilling, like stamping approval on Big Herta herself.
He felt a twinge of guilt—the first time in a marital relationship wasn't in New Eridu.
Sorry, Nicole, but what could he do? Big Herta had been so straightforward.
But it didn't matter much; after all, his first times refreshed every day.
"Hello, Lord Sol."
Asta shook his hand as if in a dream.
She doubted her own ears—how could Ms. Herta suddenly get married?
And boldly announce it right in front of her… that was far too daring, completely unlike Ms. Herta's style.
Having been single for so many years, she had assumed Ms. Herta would always remain so.
Big Herta waved her hand in front of Asta, smiling: "What, no congratulations?"
She had prepared a little surprise specifically for Asta.
Mainly because funds had been tight recently, getting some contribution from a wealthy benefactor would be great.
Yes, her pink-haired ATM—this time it should be able to fund a new project.
There was also another reason: to protect Asta from being easily tricked into Sol's bed. Young girls like her were too easily deceived.
Without a preventative measure, it wouldn't take long before she'd be seeing Asta's little twins.
After all these years, it was only fair to protect their side of the wallet.
"..."
Asta accepted reality.
It seemed she hadn't misheard; this was a real marriage.
In fact, it was somewhat in line with Ms. Herta's style—direct, decisive, and utterly unpredictable.
"Congratulations on your marriage, Ms. Herta. I wish you both everlasting happiness and joy."
"The gift will come later. I suppose I need to prepare it properly."
Asta was dazed, her expression complex: "Earlier… I was just too shocked."
She glanced at Big Herta and couldn't help but say: "You've never shown any intention in this regard, never displayed anything like this—it's just too sudden."
She had come first, whether accompanying Ms. Herta or providing financial support.
She thought this relationship would last forever. Geniuses' need for funds and resources is endless, and the 'forever eighteen' Ms. Herta had been single for countless years.
Always aloof, all-powerful, idol-like.
The most common fantasy in the station was probably Ms. Herta stepping on me—anything else wasn't even conceivable.
How could it be… suddenly getting married?
So fast, so sudden.
After only three days in Penacony, Ms. Herta had formed a marital relationship.
She looked Sol over again—handsome enough, powerful too.
But to secure an Emanator in three days… wasn't that too quick?
Clearly, she had arrived first.
Confused, dazed, and bewildered.
"There's no need to be overly surprised."
Big Herta said calmly, matter-of-factly: "Geniuses have absolutely accurate instincts and decisive execution. Once a plan is confirmed, it is carried out immediately."
"I thought Sol was great, so I quickly formalized the union." She hugged Sol's waist, even sneaking a squeeze—which feels just right: "Looking at it now, it really was a good choice. My judgment is excellent."
In business, they were a powerhouse team, set to replicate Zandal's past miracles. Sol brought her multiple Emanator-level research projects.
In romance, Sol accommodated her small preferences, pleasing her taste.
No matter how you look at it, her choice was a success.
Truly, I have impeccable taste.
"Once again, congratulations, Ms. Herta."
Asta accepted reality.
Letting the storm of emotions rage inside, her face remained calm.
Geniuses work this way—funding projects quickly, finding partners quickly.
"You don't need to be overly curious either."
"There's plenty of time ahead; you can learn slowly."
Big Herta handed Asta a checklist and pointed to Topaz: "Now, coordinate the resources the IPC owes with that debt collector, follow the checklist and take care of it."
She grabbed Sol, ready to leave: "We'll be going first. See you!"
Sol wearing a limited-edition skin—She must try it quickly.
Research on Aeons is extremely complex, and Screwllum and Ruan Mei will be coming.
If you don't hurry, it might be who knows when before you get a chance.
"Let's go."
Sol gave Topaz a helpless nod, then casually created a metal cube and tossed it to Asta: "A gift for our first meeting."
Big Herta's little steward had to give something—after all, Big Herta had been raiding other people's vaults all along.
Remember how Asta wanted to buy a Star Destroyer but failed?
Then let's just give her one—a casual gesture.
"Oh!"
Asta held it in both hands, slightly surprised.
Information flowed in—it was the cube's manual.
[Model: Solar Warlord Apollo (Modified)]
"This… is a star-class battleship, the transformable kind?"
Asta was stunned, incredulous.
Its instantaneous output rivals a star, can resonate with hundreds of stars, and transform into a human-shaped combat mode towering kilometers high.
Hundredfold Stellar Hope Shield, immune to Emanator-level Path erosion.
Its energy source… is solar power?
A warship that's surprisingly eco-friendly.
Asta wanted to speak but hesitated.
Although the battleship was extremely powerful, her insight allowed her to gauge it was on par with the Ten Stonehearts' combat strength—which was priceless. Let the old folks at home know, and they'd probably kneel, begging her to contribute it.
For the first time, Asta felt overwhelmed by being showered with money.
She had always been the one throwing money at people—now the roles were reversed. She was having mixed feelings.
But giving this as a gift for a girl… was that a little off?
Does she look like a girl who enjoys violence?
Truly, a man chosen by Ms. Herta—no one sleeps in one bed without distinction!
Asta collected her complicated emotions and said to Topaz: "Let's go, Miss Topaz. Let's head to my office for some water and a proper talk."
"Mm, I'll trouble you this time."
Debt collector Topaz smiled in response.
She glanced at Big Herta and Sol leaving, grinding her teeth imperceptibly.
The one collecting debt didn't even remember her name?
Still flirting with Sol in front of her—it was really not respecting her mistress' authority.
Bastard. Her mistress isn't the only one!
Kings and nobles, where is your valor!
Topaz worked to exhaustion, actually becoming Sol's partner in significance.
Remember today: she stood as the subordinate, while the boss flirted with others.
"Ms. Herta is like this—she only remembers distinctive traits. Please don't mind. Sorry."
Asta tucked away the metal cube, smiling wryly: "There was a time Ms. Herta called me 'Little Wallet.' Over time, you get used to it."
"Oh?" Topaz was curious: "Over time, Ms. Herta changes?"
"No, you just get used to it over time."
Asta squinted, smiling.
Geniuses are unaffected by others—they march to their own drum.
From 'Little Wallet' to Asta—the genius' ideas don't bend to her will.
"..."
Topaz was speechless, staring at the sky.
Swore never to be a lackey again!
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